Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.